#ot3 drabble

[babygirl-diaz]

Eddie entered the house and closed the door behind him. He pressed his head against it and tried to hold back the tears as he closed his eyes. But then he jumped slightly when he felt a pair of arms wrap around him. “Shhh… it’s just me. I got you,” Tommy’s voice rang in his ear.

“We got you,” then there was Buck.

That was all it took for Eddie to break down. He started crying in Tommy’s arms, wrapping his arms around the older man’s neck tightly. “I miss him so much.”

“We know, baby,” Buck said softly and wrapped his arms around the both of them, holding them close.

“Seeing Wes… and him calling me dad… I just…” Eddie cried even harder.

“It’s okay. It’s okay,” Tommy whispered and cupped Eddie’s face, planting kisses all over them.

“Let us take care of you,” Buck insisted. “We know that won’t lessen the pain not having Chris here but it’s the least we can do.”

Eddie sniffled and looked at his boyfriends. “Okay.”

***

Should I continue with Buck and Tommy taking care of Eddie?

[hanafubukki]

“He’s so cute! Silver! Silver! Look!”

You and Silver were studying at a local cafè for your university exams.

Silver took a glance to the right, “That’s my dad.”

“There’s no way! He doesn’t look old at all!”

“Mhm, he gets that a lot.”

“The one next to him is cute too.”

“That’s my father.”

“Oh come on! You’re going to say the toaster is your mother next!”

Silver tapped you on the head with his pencil.

“So they are together?”

“They are not.”

You gaped at him.

Silver continued writing in his workbook.

“How?”

“It’s…complicated.”

You sighed, knowing you wouldn’t get anything beyond that with him so focused on his work.

You focused on your own.

“Soooo…do you think I still have a chance?”

You dodged the eraser sent your way, laughing at the look Silver gave you.

“Fiiinnnee~ I’ll focus.”

Silver watched as you zoned into your studies before looking at the counter where his father and dad are; you weren’t any wiser to the looks they gave you.

He sighed.

He’ll let you three handle whatever it was in the making. You were all adults.

…but he wasn’t going to call you a parent.

@coraldelusiondaze always says I have a thing for Silver’s dads and this came to mind 😂

Her video also influenced this 🤣🤣

[bihansthot]

We know that Syzoth has a long tongue and eat bugs from what he said in X, can you write how reader would react when he used his long tongue to go into your mouth and starts to fish around in it? He'll just use an excuse that he saw a insect in front you to make out with you.

You lean back against Bi-Han as he spread his legs wider to accommodate your squirming body. You whine against Syzoth’s mouth as his long tongue entangles yours as he strokes the side of your face lovingly. You arch your back and lean forward into Syzoth’s delicious mouth, you laugh to yourself as you think of how only a few weeks ago Syzoth didn’t even know how to kiss and here he was delving into your mouth as if he was going after a big juicy bug. A shiver runs through your body as Bi-Han’s icy lips find your neck as he ghosts his rough lips over your soft, sensitive skin.

Syzoth nips at your lower lip as he pulls back slightly, his tongue curling back into his mouth. He takes in your flushed face and blissed-out expression as your hand cards through Bi-Han’s silken locks. “Am I getting better?” He asks, his emerald green eyes sparkling with curiosity and hope.

You gasp as Bi-Han’s sharp teeth bite into your tender neck, “oh yes Sy, you’re getting very good at this but I’m afraid I need more to really be able to judge properly.”

“Oh, well I guess that can be arranged,” the Saurian chuckles softly before he slots his lips against yours as his long tongue unfurls in your mouth and begins his quest to kiss you breathlessly. He wasn’t competitive with Bi-Han but he was a bit forlorn that he couldn’t seem to make you make the same noises the cryomancer could. He moves his tongue against yours giving it a salacious lick before curling around your tongue multiple times and sucking softly, coaxing your tongue into his warm mouth. Even with your tongue in his mouth, it didn’t mean his was done with your mouth as his forked tongue prods and pokes every crevice of your hot orifice.

You whimper and outright moan into his mouth which pulls a happy chirping noise from the Saurian. He sucks your tongue more fervently pulling more beautiful noises from you as he does. Moments pass before he finally pulls back leaving you breathless and panting, his cheeks tinged with a dusky greenish color as he’s left in the same state he left you.

“Good boy,” Bi-Han praises running his hand through Syzoth’s short hair before pressing his icy lips to the Saurian’s.

You lean into Bi-Han’s cold body, his erection pressing against your lower back as he had clearly enjoyed the show between you and your shared lover as it’s now your turn to enjoy the carnal display.

[independent-fics]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Leverage (US TV 2008), Leverage: Redemption Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Alec Hardison/Parker/Eliot Spencer Characters: Alec Hardison, Parker (Leverage), Eliot Spencer (Leverage) Additional Tags: Fluff, Takes place between any seasons of Redemption Summary:

Hardison sputtered as the pillow that hit him in the face was pulled away and returned to its side of the bed.

“I thought we agreed no serious talk in bed. I’m trying to get some sleep here.”

—

A quiet moment after Hardison returns.

[nomorethoughts]

HAIII i voted smile :))))

could i please please please ask for redstone snap + grian? underrated ot3 honestly 🥺🥺

I HAD SO MUCH FUN WRITING THIS HELLO! thank you for voting mumscott, here's a little something for your ot3!

i decided to go with a modern au (not RPF)! oh and i just want to note a cw for a mild innuendo if that's something you want to avoid ^-^

★

Scott leans against one side of Mumbo, while Grian leans up against the other. It’s a tight squeeze for three people under one umbrella, but they make it work to remain sheltered from the rain on the sidewalk.

A car rushes by, sloshing water up onto the sidewalk, and Mumbo shudders as he takes a step back. His partners, glued to his respective sides, follow suit.

“Listen, I can do cold, and snow, and even wind in the winter, but this is just gross,” Grian complains.

“Thank God you’re prepared, Mumbo,” Scott says. “We’d have just been waiting out here freezing our asses off without you.”

“I’m still freezing, Scott!” Grian insists, and at that, Scott laughs.

“Did I not tell you both to bring jackets?” Mumbo teases.

“Yep, and we both forgot,” Scott admits innocently.

Mumbo sighs, shaking his head. “Unbelievable. How do you both forget coats in the winter?”

“Like I said,” says Grian, “it’s the rain that’s the problem. I’d be perfectly fine if it wasn’t raining.”

“Okay, look,” says Mumbo. “This sucks, okay? Let’s… I don’t know, just pass the time. What’s the first thing you want to do when we get back to the flat?”

“Get out of these clothes,” Scott answers immediately, and Mumbo shoots him a look. He laughs, waving him off with one hand. “Not like that, I’m just soaked and cold! Although now that you mention it, it would be great if–”

“Grian, what about you?” Mumbo interrupts, blushing a little as he smiles at his other partner.

“What Scott said,” Grian agrees.

“Which part?”

“Yes.”

Mumbo laughs and shakes his head. “No, come up with something new too.”

Grian hums thoughtfully for a moment. “Tea,” he then decides. “I want to make each of us a cup of tea.”

“Ooh, I like that,” Scott agrees. “I picked up a new blend yesterday, did you want to try that?”

“Oh, I forgot about that!” says Grian. “That sounds so lovely.”

Scott looks over at Mumbo. “Your turn,” he says, nudging him lightly, “first thing you want to do?”

“Shower,” Mumbo says decisively. “Definitely a hot shower.” His partners hum and nod in agreement.

A minute later, the bus is making its turn around the corner, pulling up to the curb. Mumbo reluctantly closes his umbrella, leaving the three of them momentarily exposed to the elements, but it isn’t long before the doors fold open, and the three of them board. The warm, dry atmosphere is welcome as they take their seats headed for home.

It would seem that they found a way to pass the time after all.

@scottsmajorshipbracket

[lilolilyr]

@duckprintspress a 5×4×5(ish) drabble for the May Trope Mayhem Day 18 prompt 'Wing Grooming'!

Can be read without any fandom knowledge, but it's meant to be about wing!Jaskier x Geralt x Eskel, specifically an AU of the AWAU by @inexplicifics :)

Cross-posted to Ao3.

~

Hands smooth down his wings,

Fingers underneath tousled feathers,

Gentle touch, warm and welcome,

Helping new feathers grow strong.

~

Golden eyes tracing the sight

Stepping out of the shadows

The white wolf joins his lover

Aiding their songbird's flight.

~

He had never had this

Back when he lived amongst

The people professing to be

Better, more human than he

~

More humane they never were -

Hurtful, never seeing his truth

Leaving his wings ungroomed

but for his own hands' touch.

~

Now the songbird leans back

Against strong hands of two wolves,

His Witchers, his loves

None of them monstrous at all.

~~~

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[reinanova]

did i write a silly fluffy little leverage ot3 drabble instead of studying for my biochem exam coming up this week? oh 100% i did.

anyways…………

go check it out

“home is where the heart is (and baby, you have my heart” by reinanova on ao3 (locked to registered users only)

[des-no9]

messy

“Who taught you to fight?” asks Orpheus, skidding along the ground with a wave of his psionics to help.

“Want a list?” Vanquish says, floating atop a swathe of void tentacles, knees against chest.

“It’s messy,” he says, launching in for another blow.

Vanquish is prepared. Catches him playfully with one of Caiphon’s tentacles, pulling him to his back. But he’s right. She’s messy, and fucks it up, hitting the ground face first and laughter. 

Then he laughs too. Wrinkles as he smiles, warping the tattoos on his face, baring his fangs.

“I think I like you, sh’k’nal.”

“About time.”

[queer-omens-in-the-archives]

Nocturne (7/7)

The last instalment in our series of 7 Matt/Mello/Near drabbles written for @dnrarepairweek! Thank you empress for organising the event, it was a blast <3 :3 Prompt: new world.

Near is awake while Matt and Mello sleep.

Rarepair: Matt/Mello/Near Other tags: Post-Canon, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alive Matt | Mail Jeevas & Mello | Mihael Keehl, Melancholy, Fluff

[read on AO3 or below] [series on AO3]

Nestled between Mello and Matt, both unlike him sharing the slow breaths of sleep, Near tests their names in the safety of his own mind.

Mihael. Mail.

He hasn’t dared speak either aloud yet. It is too soon; Kira has been dead for years.

He waits, not patiently, until he stops wondering how long what they have will last.

He cannot stop tonight.

Tonight… tonight is for breathing, for watching how beautifully light from the streetlamps plays on Mello’s hair, for feeling the reassuring weight of Matt’s arm heavy across his belly.

Tonight, Nate is grateful for what he has.

[quietwingsinthesky]

Drabble 331/366 - Leverage

“You should kiss more for me,” Parker says, perched on the counter and leaning forward with intense interest. More, really, than she usually shows in being kissed herself. Her eyes dart—Eliot, Hardison, Eliot, Hardison—and juts her lip out, impatient.

“We’re not just here to entertain you,” Eliot starts, a protest that’d probably have a lot more weight without him reaching for Hardison’s waist.

“We’re not, huh,” Hardison sounds like he might laugh, and kissing’s just the easier way to shut him up.

Parker sighs in appreciation, trying to memorize every little detail, especially that thing Eliot does with his tongue.

[lucy-frostblade]

eliot spencer had one job- keep parker and hardison alive, even at the cost of his own life. when worst comes to worst, he would take every bullet, hours of torture, any amount of bad guys coming after him if it meant his partners would stay alive.

and if that meant drinking both cups to ensure hardison lives, so be it.

"no. absolutely not. we can get out of this. the team will find us." hardison argues, but eliot's made up his mind.

"i'm supposed to protect you, let me do this." eliot crosses his arms in front of his chest, the pale lighting of the warehouse reflecting on the fake gemstones. whoever was doing this had a sense of humor. two goblets, identical down to the 'made in china' stamp on the bottom. wine was poured to the same level, and there were no discernible differences that eliot could tell. it was like one of those fucked up morality tests in those movies that hardison loves so much.

"no. no. i won't let you. el, we can make it out of this alive, both of us." tears pool in his eyes and spill down his cheeks. "please don't do this."

eliot wants to believe him, he wants to be optimistic, but more than that, he wants to protect his family.

"it'll be okay, alec. you and parker will live. nate and sophie will live."

"but you won't." hardison's voice breaks and eliot wipes his eyes.

"i've already lived longer than i planned." eliot musters a smile and reaches to take hardison's hand in his own.

the tension eases ever so slightly from hardison as eliot reaches with reflexes quicker than hardison and pours the liquid out of hardison's glass into his own and downs it in one.

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if you're looking at the art and wondering hey that looks kinda familiar- i stole it from the labyrinth of gedref, the scene where arthur and merlin are about to drink poison. (leveragetober day 15- poison)

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[hanafubukki]

Summary: You meet Princess Leah.

OT3 Masterlist

When you first meet Princess Leah, you understood why Dawn fell in love with her in your timeline.

Her laugh was as gentle as chiming bells. Her smile a welcoming to a comforting home. Kindness radiated off her.

Lilia was right.

Leah is different from Meleanor. She was soft spoken and tactful in her movements. She might not have the strength of knights and faes, but she exuded grace and protection rivaling even the majesty of any fae or human.

You feel a sort of healing in her presence.

“Thank you. This path to peace between humans and fae won’t be easy.”

Leah held your hand, “I’m glad we have you to help us. I’m happy they have you to love them.”

You can’t help it. How was she be related to Henrik?

“If only Henrick wasn’t the way he is.” She sighed.

Lilia was right; Leah is nothing like Meleanor.

They were opposites.

But he’s also wrong.

“If he wasn’t so paranoid, I’d have poisoned him by now.”

Princess Leah’s eyes shown fortitude and courage.

Faes and humans aren’t different.

They would always protect their loved ones at any cost.

You couldn’t help the smile and laughter that came from you. You could just imagine the faces Dawn and Lilia would make if they were here.

The princess joins you in merriment.

Was thinking about Princess Leah recently and this came to mind. Leah and Meleanor are different but they are the same too.

I wanted to show that here a bit. While Meleanor is a strong and stubborn princess loved by her people, Leah was known for her kindness and gentle demeanor.

But kindness and gentleness does not mean weakness. We have seen in canon she was ready to sacrifice herself for Silver. She tended to the troops when they were injured.

Two princesses alike and yet different. Very much loved by their people.

I feel sometimes people forget that kindness/gentleness is a type of strength. One of the strongest in fact. It’s easy to be mean. It takes strength to be kind. 💞🫶

The poisoning was in part inspired by Sally in Nightmare Before Christmas. 😂

[bihansthot]

Can you do a Syzoth story about the OC teaching him about human customs since he’s probably not used to being around humans?

Sorry for the long wait lovely, for some reason it took me a very long time to come up with ideas to write about! I already touched base on teaching Syzoth how to kiss so I skipped that one for this ask and focused on some other human customs! I hope you don’t mind I wrote it as my OT3 with Bi-Han, it’s all safe for work and wholesome, weird for me I know but even I have my fluffy soft moments.

Edit: oopies! I lied! There’s a referenced bj lol sorry

Eating with utensils: despite your lizard boyfriend not being able to stomach human food it didn’t stop you from teaching him how to use basic human cutlery. You taught him how to use forks, spoons, and even knives even though it was pointless and your joint boyfriend, Bi-Han, taught him how to use chopsticks. Now when you come home from the pet store with a bucket of crickets for Syzoth he sits on the couch with his own pair of chopsticks popping the bugs in his mouth.

“Sy, why are you using chopsticks, you can use your hands around us, you just said you wanted to learn when we were out in public so you didn’t get stared at,” you sit down next to him as you ask.

*Crunch* *Crunch* “I don’t get cricket residue on my fingers this way, thanks Bi-Han,” Syzoth calls to your boyfriend who’s in the kitchen fixing himself his own snack, definitely not involving crickets.

Bi-Han plopped down on the couch in between the two of you giving you both a kiss on the cheek, “so much better this way right Sy? Next has to be toothpicks, you have cricket legs in your teeth babe.” Bi-Han gestures to Syzoth’s upper teeth giving him a half smile.

“Are those the little wooden things you use sometimes Bi?” Syzoth asks using his long, forked tongue to try and work the leg out of his teeth before popping another cricket in his mouth.

You nod and chuckle at the two of them, “yeah they’re specifically to help remove stuck food from your teeth.”

“Hmm, clever, we just usually chew on sticks, which I guess is a pretty similar concept, maybe you humans aren’t so weird after all.” Syzoth ponders as he continues to maneuver the chopsticks expertly digging into his bucket to retrieve more of his treat.

You and Bi-Han can’t help but laugh in unison at your cute Zaterran boyfriend.

High Fives: high fives are another human concept you and Bi-Han introduce to Syzoth, you had to explain it to him after Johnny Cage tried to high-five him during his visit to the Lin Kuei.

“Why did Johnny try and slap my hand? Was he upset with me?” Syzoth asks you as you stroll through the dead garden in the icy temple complex.

“That’s a high five Sy, it’s a very natural human thing. It’s like a celebratory gesture!” You try and explain to your lizard boyfriend.

“Usually douchebags high five, like Cage,” Bi-Han chimes in giving the two of you a look as if he was somehow above high fives.

“Polar Bear! Be nice! You know Johnny isn’t a douchebag, he’s just well, he’s an actor, who’s a little, teensy bit full of himself, maybe,” you try and dance around describing your fellow friend.

“I’m not saying a douchebag is necessarily bad, I’m just saying he is one,” Bi-Han argues before grabbing your hand. “Here, this is a high five Sy,” Bi-Han slaps your hand with his and his cold, calloused hand stings a bit in the cold air.

“Friends do it when something good happened Sy, so Johnny wanted to congratulate you for doing a good job beating Kenshi when you were sparring earlier,” you explain.

“Why the hell are they here anyway qīn? I thought they were Earthrealm’s chosen ones, shouldn’t they be protecting the realm or something? Not disrupting me and my warriors?” Bi-Han huffs in faux anger.

“Liu Kang sent them, something about they can learn things here that the monks can’t teach them,” you answer your grumpy boyfriend.

“So its like saying ‘a job well done?” Syzoth asks and you nod in agreement, then the Zaterran turns to Bi-Han and gives him a high five, “for last night!” He smiles brightly.

“Oh fuck me, please do not give me a high five for sucking your cock Sy!” Bi-Han fumes, his cheeks colored pink with embarrassment.

“But you did a good job…” the Zaterran cocks his head with confusion at Bi-Han’s reaction.

“It’s more for like sports things Sy, like you did a good job scoring a point,” you double over with laughter at the interaction between your boyfriends.

“Oh, I see. Human customs are most confusing,” Syzoth shakes his head while Bi-Han still seethes with embarrassment, grateful none of his brothers were around to hear the exchange.

Hugs: hugging your lizard boyfriend is one of the first human customs you teach him, wrapping your arms around him and snuggling him close. It’s something he takes to immediately loving how warm your body makes him feel.

“Can we hug again sunshine?” Syzoth asks a light blush on his cheeks as he stands there with his tail flitting back and forth behind him.

You pause your activities, making dinner for you and Bi-Han as you smile at Syzoth, “you know you don’t have to ask, you can just hug me Sy.” You laugh softly as you open your arms to let him snuggle you.

“Mmmm, I like this human custom, it’s so warm, well it’s warm with you, it’s cold when Bi-Han does it,” Syzoth laments as he bends down to nuzzle in the crook of your neck.

“You still like hugging Bi-Han though don’t you?” You ask running your fingers through his short brown hair.

“I do, I just can’t tolerate it for very long, but he’s so strong, it feels nice and reassuring,” he hums happily as your fingers massage his scalp.

“It must be hard for you being cold blooded and Bi-Han being a cryomancer, sometimes I’m surprised you two managed to work things out,” you mumble as you wrap your arms around him pulling him closer.

“He’s worth the discomfort, but I am very grateful he always has the fire going for me, and the heat lamp and space heater and all the blankets for when I get too cold,” the Zaterran sighs happily leeching your body heat.

“It takes getting used to I know, but yeah he is worth it, you both are,” you smile and place a kiss on the top of the Zaterran’s head.

Syzoth makes a happy chirping sound as he continues to enjoy your body warmth and his second favorite human custom.

[mischievouschan4]

WIP Wednesday - Club!AU (QuiObiAni)

I may have missed Wednesday by 10 minutes local time, but IT'S THE THOUGHT THAT COUNTS! Here's another "what I'd like to write Wednesday" post that isn't truly a WIP:

Obi-Wan so very rarely goes to clubs these days. He'd had his wild streak when he was in college, but now that he's closer to forty than thirty, most of his nights are filled with mugs of steaming herbal tea, a thick novel, and maybe a relaxing bath.

As the owner of a local bookstore, he's already obligated to spend most of his time reading, but he just loves exploring new worlds through the pages of the latest thrillers or feeling the full spectrum of human emotion in a romantic comedy. He never complains about reading more, it's one of his favorite things in the world. But his own life, as calm and predictable as it is, reads in stark contrast to the exciting places that his mind visits in his books.

...Which is why he feels so out of place sitting at a small round table in the second floor bar area of a packed nightclub. The dark space is occasionally lit by the strobe lights flashing up from the open dancefloor below, and the air is filled with a pulsating beat curated by the live DJ. Obi-Wan leans over the railing to take a peek at the writhing mass of bodies all jumping up and down in time with the music.

No, thank you. Hard pass, he thinks to himself.

He's only here because it's Quinlan's birthday today, and the man had dragged Obi-Wan and a bunch of their old college friends out for 'an exciting night out, c'mon Obi-Wan, don't be such a sourpuss'. Obi-Wan had signed resignedly, but didn't deny that he could probably do with a little more socializing beyond occasionally chatting with his clientele. His life isn't lonely, per say, just quiet. And while he usually appreciates the tranquility, sometimes he does wish he could have someone... to fill in the blank spaces of his monochrome existence with a bit of color.

So here he is, nursing a Scotch and contemplating the state of his life as he oh so carefully guards his friends' belongings that they'd left scattered on the table and chairs around him. They'd gone off to do who knows what, and Obi-Wan is halfway convinced that he should pull out his phone and start answering some emails. Suddenly, someone moves the purse off the chair next to Obi-Wan and slides smoothly onto the seat in its place.

"So... aside from being sexy, what do you do for a living?" a sultry voice asks. Though, a bit of the effect is ruined by the need for him to shout.

Obi-Wan squints through the low light (maybe he should have brought his glasses) to make out the shadowed shape of a young man, really young, probably late teens young, with a handsome face and a headful of bouncy curls. He's also wearing the tightest outfit Obi-Wan has ever seen on a person.

Is Obi-Wan... being hit on right now? By a barely legal twink?

Obi-Wan clears his throat awkwardly. "I- I sell books," he says loudly, leaning closer to speak directly in the other man's ear in order to be heard over the din. The newcomer smells like expensive cologne. Musky. Alluring.

The kid leans back and raises his eyebrows as he blatantly appraises Obi-Wan up and down. "Well, it's a good thing I have my library card then, because I'm totally checking you out," he yells back, shooting finger guns in Obi-Wan's direction.

It takes Obi-Wan a second to even register what was said, too distracted by the juvenile display. "That's what you're leading with?" Obi-Wan questions as he shakes his head.

"You don't like?" the kid brushes off the snub. "How about this one? Baby, if you were words on a page, you'd be fine print." This time, the younger man drags out the words 'fine print' as he leans an elbow on the table and gazes up at Obi-Wan through his lashes.

Obi-Wan winces at the exaggeration.

"Still no?" The kid straightens and flicks his head to get the hair off of his forehead, unfazed. (Why was that so attractive?) "Okay, so I was reading the book of numbers, and I realized I don't have yours."

Obi-Wan sighs and holds up a hand, "How about we start with your name?" (He's actually mildly impressed with the kid's ability to think of so many book related pick-up lines on the spot, but something tells Obi-Wan that he doesn't need to inflate the kid's ego any more than it already is.)

"I'm Anakin," the kid, Anakin, answers. "What's yours?"

They sit there shouting at each other for a while with Obi-Wan becoming increasingly drawn in by the younger man's gorgeous eyes and attractive smirk. Anakin's smile should be illegal, Obi-Wan thinks to himself. He looks like sin incarnate. And the kid keeps touching Obi-Wan, finding every opportunity to lay a hand on Obi-Wan's bicep or trail his fingers across Obi-Wan's thighs. It's starting to drive Obi-Wan a little mad, his cock is definitely half hard in his pants.

All of a sudden, a busgirl comes up behind Obi-Wan, leaning over his shoulder to place a brightly colored shot onto the table. She pushes it towards Anakin as she yells, "From the man at the bar." Obi-Wan notices that she winks at Anakin before rushing off.

Anakin, clearly unconcerned about the safety of accepting drinks from strangers, lifts the glass and looks over Obi-Wan's shoulder to where the bar is, toasts someone - presumably the surprise benefactor who had bought him said liquor - and downs it in one gulp. The bob of Anakin's Adams apple as he swallows looks... incredibly tempting.

Obi-Wan feels annoyance stab through him, couldn't this 'man at the bar' see that Anakin was already taken? In fact, Anakin was the one who'd chosen Obi-Wan! But then, Obi-Wan reminds himself that it doesn't matter, it's not like he and Anakin are actually going to do anything. Right? Right?

"You're popular tonight," Obi-Wan points out neutrally.

Anakin just shrugs and puts his hand back on Obi-Wan's thigh with a smirk.

Obi-Wan quickly forgets why he's even miffed in the first place.

After a few moments, however, another man approaches their table and immediately invades Anakin's space. The man doesn't hesitate to thread his fingers into Anakin's curls and clench them into a fist, yanking Anakin's head back to bring their mouths together in a filthy kiss. They're clearly putting on a show for Obi-Wan.

Obi-Wan feels his mouth fall open at the sight.

The other man, who is dressed to the nines in a full suit (tie and all), has his long hair pulled back in an elegant braid. He's also significantly older than Obi-Wan himself, and he moves with a well-practiced air that speaks of intimate familiarity with Anakin.

Obi-Wan watches, transfixed, as the man reaches up and wraps his fingers around Anakin's throat. Instead of fighting it, Anakin seems to arch his back further, putting himself on display while simultaneously pushing into the older man’s ministrations. The man doesn't squeeze, but Obi-Wan is getting all sorts of ideas as to what kinds of sexual activities these two get up to in private. Obi-Wan covertly adjusts himself in his pants as he watches Anakin enthusiastically respond to getting tongue fucked in public.

When the two finally break apart, the older man keeps a possessive arm around Anakin's waist as he extends a hand to Obi-Wan. In a bit of a daze, Obi-Wan registers that the other man's hand practically engulfs his own as they shake.

"I'm Qui-Gon," the man introduces himself. "I understand that you're the one my boy wants to fuck tonight." Qui-Gon also gives Obi-Wan an appreciative onceover. "Not bad," he compliments with a sensual smirk.

Obi-Wan instantly flushes red when he realizes that (somehow) both men are hitting on him? (How is this real life?) Maybe it’s due to the sheer implausibility of such a situation, or maybe it’s because he’s just that horny, but Obi-Wan lets himself get ushered into a back room of the club, a fancy office with a huge couch and, thankfully, soundproof walls.

"Are we allowed back here?" he asks tentatively. Finally able to speak at a normal volume.

"Yeah, we come here all the time," Anakin answers nonchalantly.

"But won't we get in trouble?"

Anakin smirks as he starts to shimmy out of his skin-tight outfit. Right there. In the middle of the room. "The owner of this place doesn't care," he says flippantly.

"In fact," Qui-Gon says as he comes to stand behind Obi-Wan and wrap his big hands around Obi-Wan's waist. The taller man brushes his nose against the shell of Obi-Wan's ear, sending shivers down Obi-Wan's spine. "The owner of this place likes to watch." Qui-Gon's voice rumbles like gravel, low and husky, and Obi-Wan can’t possibly resist. He pushes his hips back into the taller man and whimpers as Qui-Gon's hands slip in and dip below the waistband of Obi-Wan’s pants.

Anakin is completely naked at this point, and he goes to sit on the couch, hard cock on full display for the two older men. "And in case you're wondering," Anakin explains as grabs some lube hidden in the cushions, "Qui-Gon is the owner."

The long-haired man hums in confirmation as he tilts Obi-Wans face up for a long-awaited kiss. Qui-Gon is clearly very experienced at this, and Obi-Wan can do little except wind his arms around Qui-Gon's neck and cling. His knees have gone weak, and his brain is fuzzy.

Obi-Wan has his first threesome that night, with Anakin fucking into Obi-Wan with fervor at the same time Qui-Gon fucks Anakin at a more leisurely pace. The kid finishes before either of the other two, overwhelmed by the double stimulation, and Qui-Gon ends up fucking Obi-Wan until they both cum. By that point, Anakin is hard again, and Qui-Gon guides Obi-Wan to suck Anakin off as Qui-Gon fingers the younger man's hole.

Needless to say, Obi-Wan is thoroughly embarrassed afterwards, but Anakin just bulldozes through any awkwardness with his loud personality, and Qui-Gon seems to know exactly what Obi-Wan needs. A towel. His phone. A reassurance not to worry about Obi-Wan's friend's personal effects because Qui-Gon has already thought to ask a security guard to watch over their table.

Something about Obi-Wan must really make an impression because Anakin and Qui-Gon find ways to worm their way into Obi-Wan's life. Qui-Gon likes to stop by Obi-Wan's shop during the lunch hour to whisk Obi-Wan off to a fancy date. Anakin, who is actually older than Obi-Wan initially guessed (but not by much), is finishing up school to be a pilot, so he spends afternoons doing homework in the bookstore.

Obi-Wan is reluctant to believe it at first, but gradually, as weeks bleed into months, and months into years, Obi-Wan realizes that they are invested.

They each have their preferred sleeping positions in bed at this point (Anakin always wants to be in the middle). Qui-Gon has even become a business partner as he generously lends out the club space during the day for Obi-Wan to use for larger events that don’t fit in the bookstore, signings and club meetings and drag queen readings for kids. And every time he's home between flights, Anakin barrels through their lives like a hurricane, sexually and in other ways. The gifts he brings back from other cities are becoming too numerous to count in their new shared home.

Obi-Wan realizes he doesn't need a ring or a formal marriage to know that he's found his people. And maybe the matching tattoos the three of them get represent that promise. A stylized bird rising into the air, its wings spread to form the shape of a circle. Together forever, Anakin had promised. And without Obi-Wan consciously realizing it, he slowly comes see how Anakin and Qui-Gon have taken a palette to Obi-Wan's cookie cutter life and painted it in brilliant swathes of color. Together forever, Obi-Wan thinks to himself.

In the end, he gets his fairy tale ending.

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Ho boy, where did my mind go this week? I originally just wanted to write the tag-team club pick up, but then my mind went to bookstores and fairy tales and color metaphors. WOOPS!

ALSO: Yes, it's Qui-Gon that buys Anakin the shot. It's their little play, if Anakin drinks it there, he wants Qui-Gon to come over. If he's bored, he'll take it and walk away to enjoy in Qui-Gon's lap hehe

Anyways, hope you enjoyed!

[chenfordswopez]

moodboard: jay x leia x nate

[lilolilyr]

For @flufftober day 30: self love / self worth

500 words, rated T, no warnings

Summary: Loving yourself can be hard for a variety of reasons, and sometimes things aren’t as they seem at first glance.

Set early in the series, and pre-ot3 relationship

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Elizabeth MacMillan had to work hard to love herself for who she is.

She knows the world at large does not accept her. Mac had found her way despite it, clawed a path for herself in a world that doesn’t want her, even gained respect by some of her peers…

But she still isn’t sure whether she truly loves herself. Whether, if she could change who she is - truly change, not just act and pretend - she wouldn’t take that option…

It would certainly make life easier, if she could find herself a nice husband and be happy as a housewife.

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Her friend Phryne never seems to have such doubts.

Loving herself seems to come easy to Phryne Fisher, much easier than it comes to Mac.

She is vibrant in her clothes and her smile and her entire being, she pulls you in and always seems to know exactly what she is doing.

Where Mac is content to have found a style she isn’t quite so uncomfortable in, Phryne wears any style like it was made for her personally. Where Mac at least doesn’t hate herself anymore for whom she loves, Phryne never cared what society might think about her lovers.

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Captain Jack Robinson has similar thoughts about the enigmatic Miss Fisher.

She used to unnerve him, but it didn’t take long until he was caught in her light, in the way she seems to make the entire world love her.

She doesn’t seem to ever doubt herself - in fact, often thinks she can do his job better than him (not that she is wrong, most times).

Phryne does whatever she likes, and instead of second-guessing herself, she expects the world to adapt to her and her eccentricities. He never wants her to change, and thinks she wouldn’t want to, either.

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Jack sees Phryne, and he sees a kind of confidence he never had.

Not to say he is lacking confidence entirely, he knows he is good at his job, and he likes to think of himself as a good person… but all of this is only while sticking to what is expected, fitting to the mold of a man in his position, and when he finds himself desiring more, desiring otherwise, he pushes it away.

He isn’t sure he loves every part of himself. Isn’t even certain he knows who he truly could be, if he let himself choose freely.

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Phryne is very aware of how the world perceives her.

She knows she isn’t what most would call normal, and she has long made peace with this fact. She had her own demons haunting her, and life can be too short not to live it at the fullest.

Besides, she needs the distractions sometimes, danger and excitement and a string of lovers to forget the dark thoughts of the past.

She isn’t sure whether she is a good person, not like Jack or Elizbeth are. But she is alive, this is her life, and she is damn well living it.

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Cross-posted to Ao3 | more Miss Fisher by me